by Juniper Gray
His mind felt full of everything and nothing at the same time, empty of anything but Therse, this moment, that feeling; flooded with suddenly-realized want and need. Therse was being a damn hypocrite, telling him to go slowly with his mouth but urging him impatiently on with his body, hands pulling in his hair, pushing down on his ass as they kissed hard, the actions of Therse's tongue near pushing him to his limit.
He rammed the rest of the way in. Therse's head tilted back as he cried out. That had been a bad idea. A sheer selfish indulgence that Gen regretted immediately.
“Move,” Therse told him, breathing hard. “Please move.” He pulled out, reluctantly, guilt piled in the pit of his stomach for such reckless impatience. When he was out all the way Therse's head snapped back up, face heavy with the most terrifying glare he'd ever seen. “Gen, I swear to god if you don't get back in and fuck me right now I'm going to fucking kill you.”
“But you just —” he said, confused.
“That was because it felt good.”
He felt the color drain from his cheeks and head straight for his cock. “Oh,” he managed.
Therse watched him expectantly as he positioned himself again, and Gen felt hands grip his shoulders as he thrust all the way inside. And then he took a moment. Slower was definitely better, in this case, but really that wasn't what either of them wanted. Slow had been everything up to this point—the teasing, the tension, the lingering looks at Therse he couldn't quite explain to himself. He was fucking done with slow.
Therse felt so fucking good beneath him, so soft and hot inside it made him hate himself for all those wasted opportunities, all the times he could have just pinned him up against the wall and claimed him. Therse's face was contorted in frustration, brows knit in the middle, mouth open against Gen's kiss. He bit down on Therse's bottom lip, preparing himself for what would inevitably be over far sooner than either of them hoped, but he was tired of holding in how he really felt, what he really wanted.
And he wanted to screw the fucking life out of Therse.
He began with a measured rhythm, making Therse moan as though he was being pounded already. Therse's legs shuddered around him as he broke from the kiss, panting for air, looking up at Gen like he had something to say, then forgot it in all the distraction. They were both sweating already, sweating together, his body moving back and forth over Therse, hands wanting to touch him, to feel him all over but clenched in the bed sheets for purchase.
Gen kissed him again, not wanting to be parted from his lips. He was annoyed at himself, still holding back, unable to give in to his body's demands in case this was the only opportunity he ever got to do this, wanting to string it out and make it last as long as possible.
Therse was losing it beneath him now, starting to rise up to meet him in rhythm with his thrusts, making things infinitely worse because now it meant he had to think about it, had to think about the feeling of that hot, tight space sucking him in, the feeling of Therse spreading around his cock as he pushed inside. Pretty soon there wasn't room in his mind left for anything else.
“Harder,” Therse uttered, clawing pleadingly at his ass and back.
Something snapped inside him and suddenly he was free, throwing off the shackles of restraint as he pounded down into Therse, forcing him to grip tight and cry out, looking up at Gen with an expression that told him he was doing it just right.
Therse was under him, wrapped around him, clamped hot and soft and holy-shit amazing over him as he thrust inside, and he was begging for this feeling never to be over. He was moaning from it himself, his voice twisting with Therse's as they moved in tandem. He leant in to whisper into Therse's ear. “You feel so fucking good,”
Therse spasmed beneath him, head thrown back and noise pouring out of him, taking Gen aback until he realized what was happening; Therse's hot, wet orgasm spilling between them as Gen pushed him through it, finding the edge himself as Therse tightened around him, muscle tensing in waves over him in a way that was obscenely pleasurable.
He pressed his groin to Therse and buried himself as far as he could go, holding Therse as close and tight as was possible, gasping for air as he came though it was like his lungs wouldn't move; every element of his consciousness centered on his cock and the man around it as he melted deep into him.
He shuddered and lay against Therse's hot, rising chest, breathless. Therse's fingers ran tenderly through his sweat-plastered hair, teasing it from his forehead. “Holy shit,” Gen heard him breathe, and laughed. He wanted to lift his head and look at Therse, but right now that felt like an insurmountable effort.
“Was that okay?” he chuckled, stroking Therse's nipple. This was a unique experience in more ways than one. He'd never been in a position where he didn't want to leave immediately after sex before. But right now he was quite happy to lie against Therse, over his hard, warm body and between his strong thighs, listening to the rhythm in his chest slow as the sweat dried on their skin.
“Yeah, not bad for your first time.” Therse goaded him. Gen pinched his nipple and made him jolt, made the muscle around him tense and cause him to flinch. He withdrew, reluctantly, but stayed laying between Therse's legs. It was just...more comfortable.
Therse was grinning down at him, spent and tousled and utterly beautiful, and Gen wanted him all over again. “So I guess this changes everything.”
Therse kissed him softly. “I guess it does.”
“Does it always feel like this?” Gen asked, rolling off.
“Like what?”
“Like once isn't nearly enough.”
* * * *
The blush returned to Therse's cheeks. He felt the same.
All those long years spent goading and fighting. All that time wasted, when this was what they'd really wanted from one-another but had been too afraid to admit it.
Gen was lying beside him, hard and perfect and naked against him. He placed a hand to Gen's chest, slipping down over his taut musculature as Gen rose to meet his wandering caress, reaching the warm, blonded curls at his groin and stroking his already re-awakening erection. He pressed down further, and Gen spread his thighs, watching him closely.
“While we're both recovering,” he whispered, slipping a finger over Gen's ass. Then he stopped, and looked up into Gen's face. “I won't do anything if you're not comfortable with it, but I promise you it'll be worth the weirdness. And I'm good, Gen. I'm very, very good.”
“What made you think I was uncomfortable with it?” Gen said, biting Therse's bottom lip.
Therse didn't waste a second, rolling on top of Gen and between his thighs as they kissed forcefully, Gen's hands all over him again.
He broke the kiss and raised himself up, looking down between them, taking in Gen's naked, sweating form, himself between Gen's thighs, their filled, heavy lengths rubbing together. Better than he ever could have imagined.
He kissed Gen again, flicking his tongue seductively and making Gen groan and press against him. He was so hard again already, so impatient to push inside after all these years of secret yearning, but he needed to take it slow. Besides which, he wanted to indulge, to enjoy the feeling of them both together, to explore Gen's body and find all the places that made him hot.
He kissed his way down, along Gen's neck and over his chest, finding nipples with his tongue and feeling Gen's cock twitch against him. He reached down for it, finding a slow rhythm as he worked his way south. Gen's hands were in his hair, encouraging him down, fingers tightening as he tongued along the firm lines leading to Gen's groin. Gen's thighs spread wider, breath rapid in his chest in anticipation. Therse blew over Gen's already-dripping cock, then bit him on the inner thigh instead, making him twitch and tug on his hair.
Therse licked up the underside of Gen's length and his head dropped back, thighs spreading, moaning as Therse pushed his lips down over him. Gen was big in his mouth, head flaring past his lips as he moved, so deliciously stiff against his wandering tongue.
“Shit you're good,”
Gen muttered, then glared down as Therse released his cock.
“Onto your stomach,” Therse told him. Gen obliged.
He lifted Gen's hips, tilting them slightly for a better angle. The view alone was almost enough to make him come outright—Gen's tight virgin ass and the firm curve of his buttocks, the line of his lithe, muscular back down to his broad shoulders, skin glowing with a sheen of sweat. Gen flexed under his hands, demanding his attention. That shred of impatience went straight to Therse's cock, clearing his mind and forcing his focus.
Working with slicked fingers and tongue, he spread Gen slowly, patiently opening him up, getting him used to the feeling. The task required a hell of a lot more self-control than he'd anticipated, given that he'd prepared for how good Gen would feel inside, how hot and how tight and soft he'd be, but hadn't calculated for Gen's encouraging responses; the flexing, the squeezing, the groaning as he pushed in deeper. Gen was leaking already, and Therse hadn't even reached his prostate yet.
It was becoming a real effort not to touch his own cock. He wanted so badly to be inside Gen, needed to push into him and fill him up, ached to see himself disappear deep into him.
“Is it okay if I—?” he said, voice low and husky with arousal.
“Yes. Please,” Gen told him. Pleading. Pleading for Therse to fuck him. Never in a million years would he have thought he'd live to see the day.
He lubed up his cock, shuddering from the ribbons of pleasure just that caused him, and pushed his head up against Gen. So often he'd thought of this. So many times he'd imagined what it would feel like. He wondered if Gen had, too. The man's hands were clenching in the bed sheets now; the anticipation was killing them both. He pressed forward, watching with open mouth and furrowed brows as Gen spread around him, over him, swallowing him whole. It felt so good his thighs were shuddering.
He gripped Gen's hips and bit down on his bottom lip, pushing in bit by bit, feeling Gen tense and relax around him in waves.
“How far...?” Gen strained into the bed.
“About...about half-way,”
“Fuck, you're huge,”
He couldn't hold back any longer and pushed all the way in, forcing a gasp from Gen. “Sorry,” he said, pulling back out, then sliding in deep again. “You shouldn't say things like that. Are you all right?”
Gen nodded, and that was all he was getting.
It was as though his mind was made of neon lights, all speeding from the same direction. Things were simple for once. No weight on his shoulders, no wandering thoughts, no creeping sadness and guilt, only pleasure. Only him and Gen in the whole universe, only the heat between them, only that want and need, only Gen's warmth under him and tension around him.
He began to move faster, hands wandering down Gen's back and gripping his waist, Gen flexing beneath him and pushing against his thrusts, working him, squeezing him in ways that made him gasp, made him flick his hips faster and faster.
“How does it feel?” he breathed.
* * * *
Gen considered this for a moment. “I feel sort of like I have to pee.”
“Good.”
“What?”
Therse leaned back and gripped Gen's hips, thrusting into him hard and hot, slamming up against him roughly. Suddenly that sensation was amplified, ten, a hundred times but better, shooting along his spine, unraveling in his twitching thighs as Therse pushed at places inside him in ways Gen hadn't known were possible. It was uncontrollable, like he was speeding towards a blinding light.
When Therse stopped he arched with frustration, fingers curling tight into the covers. He could still feel Therse against him, fully inside him, hands resting firm on his hips. He tensed around Therse and glanced back at him, hoping the message would get through. Therse withdrew altogether, and Gen damn near killed him.
Gen was up in a flash and on him, grabbing him roughly and pulling him in, their hands frantic over one another again. He shoved Therse backwards and mounted him before he could get away. The surprised look he got was worth it alone.
He took Therse in hand, watching his face as he eased down, Therse's hands riding over his thighs and stomach. Gen let his head drop back, flicking his hips with each thrust, using Therse's cock to drive himself mad with ecstasy. Had he known it could be this good, he'd have propositioned Therse years ago. Retrospect was a bitch.
Therse's hand wrapped around him and he flinched, adjusting to having two tangled focal points of pleasure rather than one. Therse was looking up at him admiringly.
“Christ Gen, you've no idea how long I've needed to say this, and it's never been truer than right now, but fuck I want you.”
“You have me,” Gen told him.
That seemed to flip a switch in Therse's brain and suddenly he was overbearingly strong, rising up beneath Gen and tipping him off balance, wrestling him over onto his back with a deep, passionate kiss. Gen threaded his fingers into Therse's soft auburn hair and spread his thighs wide against Therse's thrusts.
Therse bit down on Gen's shoulder. “I'm sorry, Gen,” he whispered, beginning to move even faster. “I can't hold back any more.” Therse pushed harder, deeper, starting to hit the right place inside. Therse was an idiot for presuming he should hold back in the first place.
“Oh shit,” Gen gasped as he flooded with that sensation. “Feels good, feels fucking good.” The first echoes of orgasm were starting to trip up his spine again. He took Therse roughly by the hair. “You fucking stop this time, and I'll kill you.”
That only convinced Therse to move faster, to grip Gen's cock tight and pump him hard. Gen could feel the brink approaching, could hear his own voice loud and desperate as he held Therse's hard, thrusting, sweating body close, felt Therse's lips against his own, breathed in the scent of him, watched Therse's beautiful face twisted in his own pleasures as the orgasm began to lance through him, harder than he'd ever felt it before. It shook Gen's whole body as Therse emptied him, milked everything out of him, overwhelmed him entirely until he was an exhausted, spent mess.
He opened his eyes, barely able to even think, and gazed up at Therse. “That was,” he breathed. Therse just smiled at him, and kissed him. Gen let his arms fall back against the bed, still completely addled from the best orgasm he'd ever had. Again.
Therse kissed his neck tenderly, moving in and out of him, but slower. It still felt damn good. “You don't have to hold back for my benefit,” Gen told him.
Therse smiled at him, tugging on his bottom lip and rocking gently into him. “I'm not.” Gen felt Therse's hands slip under him, beneath his shoulders and back, holding him close. Gen sighed and ran fingertips up Therse's spine, forcing electric shudders from him. They kissed, slower now that some of the tension between them was spent. This way felt different. Deeper, somehow. Gen flexed against Therse's movement, their bodies working together, sweating together.
* * * *
It was getting too much for Therse. “I just don't want to come yet...”
Gen threaded gentle fingers into his hair and kissed him. “Therse,” Therse felt a hand rest on his ass, groping him in time with each thrust. “Fuck me, Therse,”
Therse stopped moving altogether. “Say shit like that and I'm done for,” he muttered, trying to push the words out of his mind. The situation was difficult enough to deal with as it was. He'd been fighting against the white pressure settling behind his balls for a good few minutes now, his body all but screaming for orgasm.
“Really,” Gen said, mischievously. He pulled on Therse's hair, holding him down so his mouth was close to Therse's ear. “Fuck me,” he whispered. “I want you to come inside me.”
Therse bit his lip and pushed deep, holding as still as possible, and took a moment. He ached for Gen everywhere, in every possible way, and even though he was buried up to the hilt inside him, it somehow wasn't enough. He wanted more.
Gen tilted Therse's chin so they were gazing at one another. “I love you,” Gen told him, brushing his cheek.
Tho
se whispered words saw the end to him. Therse came, hard and breathless, exploding with Gen's name on his lips and no reason to hold it back any longer, rocking into him until he was done, filling him up as Gen held him tight.
“Can't resist a victory even during sex, huh?” Therse breathed, putting his sweat-plastered brow to Gen's.
“Not my fault you're such a push-over.”
Therse thumped a weak fist against Gen's chest. “Stop that; if we have sex again right now I'll die. Of exhaustion and dehydration.”
“Not a bad way to go though, eh? Anyway, I'm glad we cleared up that...longstanding misunderstanding...best conflict resolution I've ever had.”
Therse laughed softly, slumping down against him, beginning to slip under already.
“I don't want to sleep, in case this all isn't real tomorrow,” he muttered into Gen's ear.
“You worry too much about what's coming next. If you spend your life thinking ahead, planning your little tactical scenarios for every element of life, you're going to miss out on what's right here, right now. When you wake up tomorrow I'll still be right here, I'll still think you're an asshole, and I won't want you any less than I do right now.”
“So damn wordy,”
Gen nuzzled into Therse's hair. “Shut up, bastard.”
* * * *
Therse had watched Gen sleeping a number of times before. In the dorms at the academy when they'd bunked side-by-side, the occasions Gen would fall asleep at the table of the academy mess after too much late studying, on Yemis, hoping so badly for him to wake up. All in secret, when he'd been filled with bitterness and self-loathing for loving someone so despicable, or numb from the deadening ache of wanting someone he could never have.
This time though, he needed no excuses for watching the beautiful man sleeping beside him. They'd spent the night together, the most amazing night of Therse's life. He studied Gen carefully, making a mental note of every small movement, savoring each moment, the seconds flowing past unnoticed with each rhythmic rise and fall of Gen's chest. Therse wasn't gazing longingly at his best friend any more. He was watching his naked lover as he slept, learning his scent, his warmth.
